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Mischievous Marilyn


You're so naive, what's your deal? Can't take the heat or the snapple fact that I kept it real? I found your nose waddling all up in my business, for the record, lying on me saying my love had died when it really didn't, I gotcha M.O which was to sneakily raise the tension sarcastically speaking you're just a sad spiteful little simpleton. Oh yes, I'm irritably livid! These actions are indescribably inexcusable, Marilyn, you thought reducing my stature n recycling my trust with the same lines were reuseable? In what sense was that doable? Should've known it'd backfire, quite the dastardly try against someone who's durable. For your devious attempt to break me, I guarantee it won't be in vain seeing as you technically strummed another man's guitar with his veins. Mine play a rather uncatchy tune so I fine tuned them to drown her out, now if I rap about heavy metal in the country that's actually some serious clout. A proper congratulations is in order however she discovered mischief wasn't what she ordered. Carry on, I dare not spare any remains, try catching onto what I'm about your bolt would have to rival Usain's. I left your things by the front door n don't hit me with "Your loss, you're insecure" I double checked n made sure I had enough to eat getting full off of your crap that I cannot deal with you anymore!
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